[h1][center][b][color=D1FF00]Luke[/color][/b][/center][/h1][hr]
Luke was planning on ceasing on hurling his hail of rubble at the flying beast once he either ran out of rubble or his strength enhancement's three minute time limit wore off. He would've probably extended the limit or look for more rubble, but he never needed to do that, for the beast was slain in a gory manner befitting of the guild's token evil teammate. 

Or as she likes to call herself, an evil witch who will take over the world like a cliché super villain. In Luke's eyes, she resembles a cranky old lady who didn't have a bunch of cats to stay with her, so she got lonely and made an act for the guild so she can draw attention. It puts a smile on his face and makes him happy a little bit. Of course, the rapid evaporation of his focus on the dragon was due to the fact that it was basically dead, and the fact that Luke may have a concussion or worse. 

He shook his head and a frown made its way to his face. He leapt out of the building that was forcibly made his temporary housing, and walked through the burning city. The smell of smoke assaulted his nostrils, which didn't really illicit any reaction from him. 

[color=D1FF00][I]Felix...[/I][/color] He was looking for the boy who was swiped by the dragon's tail. His eyes swept over the lingering destruction, looking for the reckless child. He barely saw him embedded in a wall that was heavily fractured. In a single motion, he pulled him out and carried him under his arm. 

[color=D1FF00][I]Hm?[/I][/color] Luke felt a noticeable heat that would've burnt him had his Conditional Variance spell had not still been in effect. That heat seems to be dissipating slightly due to the sudden rainfall. He continued carrying the kid. 

While walking towards Grasidia and everyone else, he brought up an arm to wipe the blood from his forehead clean. There's no need to worry his guild mates.

[color=D1FF00]"He needs healing."[/color] He gently placed the unconscious boy down, making sure no injuries were aggravated. He tried turning his headphones up a smidge, but he realized they were damaged in the fight.

His arm drooped to the side with him emanating disappointment. He had those for as long as he can remember, but it's okay. 

[color=D1FF00][I]Yeah... I'm fine.[/I][/color]